Page 115 of All In Good Time

December 1985

Derek exhaled into Becca’s mouth and accepted her kiss like a habit. Their eyes closed, and Becca’s hand came up to steady herself on his chest as she leaned into him.

He tasted like chocolate and cigarettes. He smelled like leather and ozone.

She was in heaven—floating so high that the ground became an afterthought.

She smiled into his mouth, and Derek’s lips twisted against hers as he did the same. Her chest puffed to make up for the breath she couldn’t catch. She was weightless, contained only by his hands as they pulled her in closer.

He flicked his tongue over her lips, and she opened them for him, granting permission that he took with enough passion to burn a hole through her skin. Yet, she was still too far from him.

Trying to lean across the console left a canyon of space between them. This damn car was too small and yet not small enough, and she wanted more, more,more.

She pulled away from Derek, and he whimpered—deep and airy. Her voice caught in her throat as the unfamiliar sound shot straight down and lit her insides.

His hands remained attached to her face, but his eyes softened. There was nothing else in this world she wanted more than all of him at this very moment.

A thought popped into her mind—scandalous and needy. There had to be a quarter of an inch of snow covering every window, blocking out any prying eyes from looking into the car.

It gave her enough courage to follow through with her idea and she moved.

Without a word or warning, she crawled—as swiftly as she could—across the middle console and slung a leg over Derek’s lap, lowering herself until she pressed against him.

She’d never done anything like this.

When she imagined it in her head, she always thought she’d be nervous. Instead, lust gave her a confidence she didn’t know she possessed.

He looked up at her, his hands and chest still, his mouth slightly open as he waited. Waited for her to make the first move. The intensity of his stare bore into her heart and core. She gave in.

Biting her lip, she tentatively ground her hips down and rested her hands on his chest.

Again, he let out that whimper. The one that collected in the pit of her stomach and swallowed her breath. His jaw dropped lower while his eyelids hooded but didn’t close.

He didn’t take his eyes off her for a second, and she did the same.

God. She couldfeelhim. Right there. Just between layers of denim, he was right there, and she wantedall of it.

There was no blue left in his eyes. He radiated in the dark, but his irises were completely taken over by his black pupils, and his softened eyes looked up at her through thick lashes—and theybegged.

Soft, desperate.

How could she deny him when he pleaded silently to her?

How could she deny herself?

One of his hands lowered to her hip and delicately pushed up the hem of her shirt to gain access to the skin right above her jeans. The tips of his fingers dug into the supple flesh on her love handles. His other hand brushed over her face, letting his thumb skim over her cheek.

His head leaned back against the headrest of his seat, and his mouth hung open as he breathed shallow breaths. “You are stunning.”

Hand cupped over her jaw, Derek pulled her in once again, so their mouths clashed together, continuing where they left off.

There was a hunger in his movement that hadn’t been there before. It wasn’t a gentle massage; it was starving.

Becca dug her fingers into his toned chest and leaned in. Her long hair cascaded around their faces and created a curtain that encircled the moment in its own cocoon.

She ground down against him, over and over again, shooting sparks of pleasure up her body. Her hair stood on end, and her toes curled in her boots.

His hand left her cheek to take over the empty spot on her other hip, and he pulled her down harder onto his lap.

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